Dog's Life.

When they leave the room and you are by yourself you try to think of what happened. Although all you remember is your Mother. You try to remember everything about her, but it slips your mind. You put your head down and whine. Then you close your eyes.
"CLANG!"
You hear a loud and shrill noise. With that you jolt up and run to your little blanket. "Really, Mom?" 'Liz' says.
"Sorry, Liz. I know you have a headache, but Larry. 'Ahem' Ran into me." 'Mommy' says.
"I'm sorry, Mommy. But, Pete tried to grab me. AHHHHH! Get away, Pete!" 'Larry' yells.
"Come here, Larry. I'm gonna get you. Ha Ha Ha." 'Pete' says laughing loudly.
"Daddy! Make Pete stop. He is gonna shove me in the closet!" 'Larry' says with a loud high pitched whine.
"Pete. Stop now. don't chase your little brother." Says 'Daddy' with a flat voice.
"Gotcha! HAHAHAHAHAHA. To the closet with you." 'Pete' says with a deeper voice.
"No. Put me down. Stop." 'Larry' says.
With that 'Pete' holds 'Larry' and runs out of the other room into the room you are in. You watch as they go into another room, with 'Larry' struggling against 'Pete'. You decide to follow them into the other room.
"I hate you Pete!" 'Larry' says loudly.
You run up to them and look at them. 'Pete' looks at you and sits down. "Here. Come here boy."
You don't know what is going on, so you sit down right where you are.
"Ok. close enough." 'Pete' says with a sigh.
He slides over to you, and rubs your head. By now 'Larry' has left the room. And you are left with 'Pete'. he continues to rub your head. You are scared and want to run. But you hear 'Pete' saying, "Good boy."
When 'Pete' keeps rubbing your head you start to relax. Once you are relaxed and 'Pete' is still rubbing your head you lay down. After a a little while you hear more loud noises in the other room. You get up and 'Pete' follows you.
Wondering what he is doing you walk to the other room and listen.
"But Mommy, I don't want to!" 'Larry' says loudly crying.
"For Heavens sake. I told you that in a few weeks you are going to go to second grade. And in second grade you have to pick up your toys and help to clean up." 'Mommy' said.
"Mommy, Daddy told me that I don't have to pick up my toys." said 'Larry'
"Wait what did he tell you?" replied 'Mommy'
"He said that I don't have to clean." said 'Larry'
"Joe!!! Get in here now!!" yelled 'Mommy'
"What?" replied 'Daddy'
"I thought that we agreed to have Larry learn how to clean up after himself." said 'Mommy'
"Um we did agree." replied 'Daddy'
"Then why did Larry say that you told him that he didn't have to clean up?" replied 'Mommy' sounding very angry now.
"I never told him that he didn't have to clean up." said 'Daddy'
"Larry. Did Daddy tell you that you didn't have to clean up? Or did you lie?" said 'Mommy'
"I promise that he told me I didn't have to clean up." cried 'Larry'
"When did I ever say that?" said 'Daddy'
"You told me a week ago, I think." replied 'Larry' with confusion.
"Oh, that was before we agreed that he would clean up." said 'Mommy' laughing
"Well ok then Larry you can go play. But next time, you have to clean up." replied 'Daddy' also laughing
"Hooray!" yelled 'Larry'

After that 'Larry' ran into the room you are and watched 'T.V.'